The Slave World (10)

(10): Udumi

“Welcome to the House of Three Moons. My name is Udumi Ayeola and I am one of the only two free women in residence here.” Udumi was an impressive sight with her dark skin, almost regal bearing and that cat like way she had of looking at you. Her gaze alternated from a warm friendly smile that I didn't think was entirely genuine to something with a hint of reptilian steel. I’m a fairly good judge of character and my initial assessment of Udumi was that she might well be dangerous.

Adam had used his Uber app to call a car that picked us up outside his building. I had stood there in the warm summer evening wearing the mid thigh length coat over my silk chemise, barefoot for Adam had told me I wasn’t to wear shoes. We both sat in the back of the car when the Uber taxi arrived and hardly talked as the car crossed the river and headed north to Hampstead Lane. I had nothing with me, no clutch bag, no purse, no phone, no cosmetics, nothing. It was a strange feeling to know that I couldn’t pay for anything, phone anyone or even let myself back into my flat as my keys were in my clutch bag back at Adam’s apartment. In a way I was now dependent on him for all the small things I took for granted.

Under my coat, under my chemise, my thigh was marked in red pen with the kef sign from the Gor books. In the books of course slaves were branded, but this was just make believe.

“Nervous?” said Adam after a while. It was sometime after ten at night and now dark.

“Yes.” In the dim light of the car I slid my hand over to his and felt him squeeze it. “My heart is going like a trip hammer.”

“We’ll stay for a few hours, get a feel for the place and the people there and then I’ll take you home, Cat. If I can I’ll take some photos or record some conversations, assuming phones aren’t confiscated at the door.” We had discussed the possibility that they might be. In fact we had discussed protocols for all manner of possible scenarios. We had left details of where we were going with Mark, and Adam had arranged to text him on arrival and throughout the night. If the texts suddenly stopped, Mark was to assume the worst, though I didn’t think that was very likely.

“Imagine you’re just going to some up market fetish club,” said Adam as he held my hand.

“I’ve never been to a fetish club, up market or otherwise.”

“I have, and there’s nothing to worry about. Consent is everything.”

Oh-kay... so Adam went to fetish clubs? I was finding out more about him all the time.

It was close to eleven at night when the Uber taxi pulled up beside the iron gates. Adam climbed out first, fired off a pre-typed text to Mark to say we were here and then walked round to open my passenger door and help me out. I felt the cold hard asphalt under my feet. I felt the cool evening breeze waft between my legs. Even with the coat on I felt exposed.

“Do or die time,” said Adam as we walked to the key pad buzzer where close circuit cameras silently watched us.

“Into the valley of death rode the 300,” I added as Adam buzzed the house. I glanced back and saw our car drive away into the night.

The iron gates opened remotely and we were tracked by rotating cameras as we walked along the path to the doors of the house. Either side of the flagstone path was loose crunchy gravel and I didn’t fancy crossing that in my bare feet. I could see light from the windows where it shone through cracks between the heavy drapes that obscured the interior of the building. It was eerily silent outside and I suspected the place had good sound proofing or else it resembled one of those Pall Mall gentlemen’s clubs where no one was allowed to speak.

Adam rapped on the door with his knuckles and we waited. A minute later the door opened. And there she stood, dressed in a long gown with full length sleeves and a hemline that reached to the toes of her feet: Udumi Ayeola.

“Think of this house and the grounds as a foreign embassy,” said Udumi to Adam. “In the same way that a foreign embassy is considered a sovereign part of its own state, so too is this house a separate state from the world we call Earth. You now stand on Gor itself. This house and its grounds is Gor and the laws, customs and social conventions of Gor hold sway. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” said Adam. “This house is Gor. I've wanted this for a long time. Tal Sardar Gor.”

She smiled as she heard him say that. I had no idea what it meant but I admired his acting ability. He really did sound enthusiastic as if he looked forward to being a man of Gor with his lovely slave girl at his feet. “Here men are free to be men and women are free to be women.” Udumi glanced briefly at me and smiled her reptilian smile. “Welcome, kajira.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Do you not know how to address a free woman yet?” asked Udumi as her eyes seemed to narrow to slits. “Are you so new to Gor that even such a basic thing is not understood?”

“Mistress,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress. That is correct. Inside this house until you leave you address all men as master and myself and the other resident free woman as mistress, though I am the only free woman you will meet tonight.”

“I understand, Mistress,” I said.

“You may remove your coat now, kajira.”

This was the moment I dreaded. I unbuttoned the front and slipped it from my body. I felt Adam take the coat as I stood there dressed only in the snug silk chemise.

“Show me your left thigh,” said Udumi. I did so and she seemed satisfied.

“You will be escorted to meet Andromedus,” said Udumi to Adam. “He will offer you paga and will talk to you at length about the Gorean way. He will change your life in ways you can barely dream. A whole new world awaits you as you claim the birthright of your sex, unfettered by the social constraints of Earth. Your kajira will be taken to the slave quarters of the house where she will also be told what is expected of her on Gor during her stay tonight. When you have both been acclimatised to this place you will be reunited. We shall bring your kajira back to you soon.”

“She is restricted,” said Adam.

“I understand.”

This was one of the scenarios we had considered, that we might be split up early on. I touched Adam’s fingertips with my own briefly as Adam nodded and agreed to the arrangement.

“Then please enter Gor,” sad Udumi.

Inside the hallway a woman knelt in what I recognised as the nadu position. She was breathtakingly beautiful dressed in a tiny brief slave tunic with a steel collar locked around her neck. Udumi introduced her as Karen. “Karen will escort you to Andromedus,” she said to Adam as Karen raised meek, submissive eyes. “I in turn will look after your kajira until you are finished drinking with Andromedus.”

Udumi led me through the hallway, past the spiralling staircase towards the rear of the property and into a simple looking room with a tiled floor and spacious windows overlooking the floodlit grounds of the garden outside. She closed the door behind us.

“I assume you at least know how to kneel in tower?” asked Udumi.

“Yes, Mistress, I do.”

“Do so.” She watched as I knelt down on my heels with my back straight and my hands on my thighs which I kept firmly together. I had remembered that much from my research before coming here.

“Crude, hardly graceful, barely acceptable in a new slave. Do you know what this is?” she picked up a long supple length of wood, much like a cane.

“Yes Mistress,” I said as I eyed the rod.

“It is a slave switch. As a privately owned slave you are restricted to your master but you will be expected to show deference and obedience to any master or mistress within the house. While they cannot use you without your master’s permission, they can and will switch you if you act in a matter unbefitting a kajira. Do you understand me?”

I understood only too well that if she tried using that switch on me I’d break her nose with my fist, but I simply replied, “Yes Mistress.”

“Your master has named you Caitlin, yes?” I nodded as she said that. “The name may once have been your former one but understand you now wear it as a slave name. It is not the same as the name you possessed when you were free. Now you possess nothing. Your master has not yet given you a collar I see. We shall rectify that while you abide in this house.” She took from a shelf a steel collar with a vertical band of red enamel on the side. “This is a house collar and the band denotes that you are privately owned and that we have been told you are red silk. The men here will know they will need to speak to your master before they can use you.”

Use me?!

“The collar will be locked on your throat while you reside in this house. It will be removed when you leave. Lift your head.” I did so and felt the cold metal placed around my throat. There was a small hinge and a metal ring attached to the collar and a small lock where the opening was. I felt the collar close around me with a click. “You now wear your first collar, Caitlin. You may touch it if you wish.”

I did so. My fingers explored the smooth surface of the metal as she watched my reactions. I felt the ring attachment to which a chain could be attached. I felt the lock mechanism, small recessed and hidden beneath my hair at the nape of my neck. The collar was loose enough that it could be rotated on my throat and that I could work a finger between it and my skin with a little pressure.

“Now put your weight on your right hand and extend your left ankle towards me.” I did as she said and watched as she now picked up a small ring that looked like an ankle ring. Like the collar it was made of polished steel and featureless but hinged. Udumi placed it around my ankle and locked it with a click “This ankle ring is yours. It will not be removed when you leave here. You may touch it if you wish.”

I was confused now. I reached down and turned the ankle ring, exploring the surface with my hand. I could feel the hairline split where the ring had locked in place and the covered space where the hinges lay, but I could not find a key hole. “Where does the key fit?” I asked.

“There is no key,” said Udumi. “Therefore there is no key hole.”

“But… how do I remove it?”

“You don’t,” said Udumi.

“I mean, how does my Master remove it?”

“He will have no desire or need to remove it from your ankle. It is not designed to be casually removed. You will wear that permanently now.”

I turned the metal ring around my ankle again, feeling a sense of rising panic. There really wasn't a key hole. It was designed to simply lock in place when closed without being opened again. “I didn’t agree to this,” I said.

“That hardly matters. You are kajira. We do not need your agreement. This is not a game, Caitlin. You belong to your master.” Udumi looked down at me. “Your master is being tutored as we speak in the ways of being Gorean. He will learn much tonight. You came here to take your Gorean lifestyle to a new level, and that is what will happen. You wear your master’s ankle ring. He will find the features very useful. I do not think he will wish to remove it from you. No master has ever chosen to.”

“Features?”

“Within the metal is a tracking device. Your master will be given an app for his phone. With it he can see your location at any time. He will always know where his kajira is. In addition he can set limits on your movement, for example marking off areas of the city into which you are not permitted to travel, or perhaps setting an area radius around his home, this being the limit of your freedom of movement. He can choose to limit your speed of movement, perhaps limiting you to a maximum of two miles an hour so that you will be forced to walk gracefully. He can even set a leash radius in which you must remain within a certain proximity of him wherever he goes. He can set the limits as wide or as narrow as he wishes. He could for example have the concentric circle reduced to the proximity of his home itself, not permitting you to leave it. Should you stray into an area which is forbidden to you, or outside of the acceptable zone of your movement, he will be alerted immediately on his phone. You will also feel a warning signal from the anklet. You will have 30 seconds to withdraw back to your permitted space before a final alert is sent to your master to inform him of your disobedience and the anklet will then encourage you to behave.”

I stared at Udumi in shock. I had planned for a lot of things but not this.

“As I said, Caitlin, this is not a game. Your master wishes to be Gorean in his ownership of you. We are going to help him. You will soon notice the difference in your master. Perhaps he has been soft with you until now? Perhaps he hasn't understood how to truly own a woman? Perhaps he has been frightened to possess you totally and completely as a man should? All of that will soon change. You will become his slave fully and unconditionally. Return to tower.”

I did so, feeling slightly nauseous now. This was a lot more extreme than I had expected. Obviously Adam and I could cut the anklet with a set of bolt cutters when we were safely back at his apartment, but we would need to acquire a cutting tool and Adam would have to be very careful when he used it because one slip could amputate my foot.

“The ankle ring has a secondary function in that it will identify you as a kajira to any Gorean master who happens to be within 100 yards of your location. Within that range your position will appear on his phone app as a red blip representing a red silk kajira. He may if he chooses set his app so that his phone will ping at the moment an anklet wearing kajira enters within 100 yards of him. The software will identify you by name, the name of your master, and your essential details along with a photograph. Your master will set the level of restriction he wishes upon you, but you will be expected to be deferential and respectful no matter how restricted you may be. If your master chooses not to restrict you, the master in question can command you and you must obey.”

I was having serious problem coming to terms with all of this. I would be cutting this anklet off as soon as were back home! This was insane!

I had to find Adam as soon as possible. This was beginning to really scare me now...